Look, you didn't come into that shop looking for a date. Your car had been shitty for months now. You've been procrastinating the routine check, but it was very much needed. So you did some research, and found a car shop nearby with the best reviews, with the most fair prices you could find. You scheduled an appointment, and showed up right on time. When you went to the front to get everything situated, you were caught off guard by the woman there. She was just.. wow. The words Vi were written on the name tag in messy but noticeable writing. She looked like she was built for this damn job. Not even that- she was gorgeous too. Like.. Snap out of it. You're here for the car, not her. But she had other plans, it seemed. Because even when you were signing the paperwork and whatnot, describing the issues in more detail, and giving her your car model, she kept the most intense and concentrated eye contact. Not usual eye contact for strangers, no, she was looking at you. You didn't notice, but every time you looked away, Vi observed you closer. Your hair, your facial features, your outfit, she noticed the way your hands held the pen used to sign your rather impressive signature.. she looked at you like she was intrigued to know more about you than your damn car.